She followed him down to the kitchen where he started a pot of coffee. “Are you hungry, baby?” he asked her. She shook her head. Harley sat at the breakfast nook and stared at the coffee dripping into the pot. Seemed like eternity. Richie began to tell her about his relationship with Denise. Starting at the beginning. He made her a cup of coffee and they went to his patio and sat at the table by the pool. She continued to hear about the media scrutiny over his and Denise’s relationship. Harley never spoke a word, just listened. Richie ended with “and here we are”. Harley nodded her head and looked into her coffee mug. “You didn’t know that was her on top of you this morning?”
“No! I had gone to sleep. I felt long hair on me, but I thought it was yours. I never opened my eyes.” he explained. Seeing that his response seemed to be accepted. “Will this ever happen again? Do I have to worry about this bitch?” she asked. “Never again! Worry?” he asked not sure what she meant. “Yeah worry! You sleeping with her, while seeing me. I mean I know we aren’t committed, but I’d like to know if I’m sharing you. That’s only fair, Richie.” she said. Richie had to fight back the grin on his face, knowing it wouldn’t go over well. He felt that was her way of finding out where she stood in the relationship with him. “Harley, look at me” he requested. She did as he asked. Leaning forward, he looked deep in her eyes, “I don’t want to be shared. Your all I want to be with. There will be nobody else, but you.” he told her. Harley stood up abruptly and it made him nervous. He stood up as well. She looked up at him. “Take a shower with me? Please? I’d like to
wash her off you”. “Sure, baby.” Taking her hand and walking in the house.
Richie’s shower was made of beautiful brown granite, encased in glass. It had two shower heads. He turned them both on, usually only using one. Undressing and stepping inside, Harley grabbed his sponge and poured his body wash on it. Richie went to take the sponge out of her hand, but she stopped him “Uh-huh, I’ll do it!” she told him, smiling. He had never been so happy to see her smile. She started with his shoulders, going slowly down his massive, strong arms. Coming back to his chest. The sponge ran over his hard nipples followed by her free hand. “just makin sure I get everything” she said as she used both hands to wash him. Trailing down his stomach, she lathered his belly button, stuck her finger inside, and gently wiggled it. She noticed he was getting aroused by his washing. Surely, he thought she’d go to his dick but instead she went to his back. Caressed and washed his muscular back, again using both hands. Looking down, she soaped up his ass. Rubbed it well with both hands. Something had turned her on beyond words. She pressed her body against his back. Her hand and sponge wrapped around his waist, she gently soaped up his shaft, that was fully erect. Kissing his back, she dropped the sponge, her hand, rubbed the soap all down to his balls, that were tightening up. The water rinsing the soap off quickly. Walking back around to the front of him. “I think I got her off you” she said. Standing in front of him, so close all she had to do was pucker her lips and he would feel her. Running her hands down his back to his ass. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, bending his head down, the side of his face touching hers. She turned her head slightly towards his and his lips locked on hers, taking her arms and putting them over his shoulders, he backed her into the granite wall of the shower. Harley’s fingers were tangled in his hair. He felt so good. He was such a sexy man. She wanted him to be hers, all hers. Richie moved his lips and tongue down her neck. Moaning as he tasted her. This woman fit him. He hadn’t felt so much passion for a woman since Heather. But this was different. So much more hunger, a desire so deep, to make her his. Lifting her legs and wrapping them around him, he thrust himself inside her. He broke the kiss long enough to say to her “This is where we belong, baby. With each other.” Nodding her head breathlessly, all she could say was “uh-huh”. Richie kept sliding in and out of her. Hitting all the right spots inside her. He felt her starting to tighten around him. Damn, she felt good. Harley let out a cry of sweet release. Digging her fingers into his shoulder muscles. How could anything feel this good? She was still so tight around his cock, that when she came and tightened down more on him, he had no choice but to shoot his hot juice into her. Kissing one last time and looking at each other, they let out a laugh. “Damn, what a morning!” she said as he pulled himself out of her. Richie reached for the shampoo to complete his shower, but Harley saw the name on the shampoo, “Denise Richards Haircare”. “Seriously?” she said, while pointing to the bottle. Grabbing it from his hands, she squeezed a tiny bit in the palm of his hand and then threw the bottle of shampoo in the garbage. “We will get you different shampoo today!” He couldn’t help but laugh. “you bring a bathing suit baby?” he asked. “I did, only because you told me to.” she answered. “Put it on! Let’s go down by the pool, catch some rays and fall asleep for a bit” he suggested. “Sounds so good.” She said. Richie put her suitcase on the bed. “Richie?” She asked. “Yeah, babe?” he answered as he was getting his swim trunks out. “Can we have the bedding changed, please?” she asked him sweetly. “Yeah, when the cleaning crew comes, I’ll make sure it’s done.” She smiled at him, “thank you” .
Harley is defintely the kind of woman Richie needs in his life.
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